November 6, 2004
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The air bites
Leaving a noticable mark by way of red nose and freezing toes
And still I stand around, loathe to see another night fall
Another day pass
That reminds me I too am growing old
I have seen many of these seasons, shall see many more
The scent of burning wood fires
Won't change
But I will. I am. I have.
Days fly with alarming speed, as they do when you grow up
Gone are the days where the sun was up forever
And slowly you observed the meshing of crayon wax in the unforgiving sun
Just as time is unforgiving
Now there is no time, and as it grows increasingly short,
So do dreams of barely possible imaginings fade
Leaving just the hurried days that lead into another night day night day
And the sleep that you never got enough of as years progressed
Claims the sad life that you were to busy getting through to live
Despite this, night has fallen again
And I crawl into the car with its blasting heaters
Upstairs into pajamas bed
Knowing that morning will come again, all too soon.
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